About Me

PLAYING WITH WORDS AS SOME MAY CALL IT...yes i do,play with words...just as a kid with colours,scribble his thoughts on a paper,yet colourful it is...its fun for him,and just a drawing for others...its meaningful to him,and creativity for others.. I might not be too good at it,but perfection is not what i write for..its satisfaction i seek..am unheard..and it makes me weak.. I AM A HUMAN..not perfect...no halo on my head,but still m harmless... I am a self respecting,determined and laughter lover....funny as my friends call me..am in true sense a "joker".. I can be imprudent,impulsive..and wild coz am not a tamed lioness.;)

Monday, September 3, 2007

"Maa....Khaana ?"


Uss din der se jagaaya tha maa ne..
Taan ki parhne ke liye bhaag bhaag ke jaauu..
Der hogayi thi isliye bina kuch khaaye hi nikal gaya..
Ab yaad aata hai..maa ne roka bhi nahi tha..

Baste mein khaane ka dibba gayab.
Mote larhke ne liya ya mujhse gir gaya ?
Dhoondte dhoondte khaane ka samay bhi nikal gaya..
Ab yaad aata hai..maa ne dibba rakha hi nahi tha..

Jeb mein paise nahi rakhe maa ne..
Bhool gayi ya mujhse gum gaye ?
Sochta raha..aur jalebi wala chalaa gaya..
Ab yaad ataa hai..maa ne paise diye hi nahi the..

Ghar waapis aaya toh koi nahi tha..
Bachpan ki masoomiyat kaho ya anjaanapan ?
Bhook se tang jab kuch nahi mila, toh aansuon se pet bhar liya..
Ab yaad aata hai..ghar pe koi kyun nahi tha..

Maa chupti rahi aur mujhse chupaati rahi.
Uss kachi umar mein maine khud ko majboor payaa.
Chanchal dil ab gumsum tha..
Das saal ke mann ko maine bees ke dimag se samjhaya..

Maa raat ko rasoi mein kitni der tak kaam karti rahi.
Main jaanta tha wo chupa rahi hain..
Aur khaane ko kuch nahi hai..
Main so gaya..par shareer ki kamzori ko haraa na sakaa.
Bachpan ki uss bhookh ko chupaa na sakaa..
Khabar thi ke wo jawaab nahi de sakengi.
Shayad ro dengi aur mujhse nazaren mila na sakengi..
Sharminda nahi karna chahta tha main unhe..
Samajhta tha main unki takleef ko,ye batana tha unhe..
Par…Nahi rok paya main khud ko,aur gala bhar aaya
Na chahte hue bhi mere muh se ye nikal hi gaya….

“Maa…khaana ?”

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Tanha-qaid-zindagi..


Achanak sannatte mein meri aankh khuli,
Apne hi andar baat karti ikk awaz suni.
Khwabon mein jo apni tarah ki duniya dekh raha tha main,
Haqeeqat mein wo kuch alag hi andaz se mili.

Khamosh aur akeli zindagi hu main..
Chalta hu,sota hu,akela hi hasta aur rota hua..INSAAN hu main..
Saade aath kadam..bas saade aath kadam ka safar hai mera.
Aage barhte hue ye saade aath kadam ruk kar peeche murh jaate hain..
Dua mein uthte haath, uupar dekhkar neeche jhuk jaate hain.
Sar par khula aakash nahi hai.
Aur paon ke neeche banjar zameen hai.
Haqeeqat mein subah ke ujaale ko bhool gaya hu,
Aur raat ke andhere se meri pakki dosti hai
Sar ki chatt se tapakta paani mere liye barsaat hai.
Aur wo chatt mera ikk seemit aasmaan hai.
Apni saanso se hi hawa ka abhas kartaa hu,
Aur aansuon se samundar ke khaarepan ko chakhta hu..
Hatheliyon ko malkar garmi ka ehsas hota hai,
Aur thande farash par letkar,sukoon mehsus karta hu..
Patjharh saawan basant ya bahaar..
Kab aaye kab gaye..kuch khabar nahi.
Kehte hain ek din mein chaubees ghante hote hain, mere liye toh har pal mein chaubees ghante bhi kuch zyada nahi…

Meri baayin taraf ki deewar mera ek aur saathi hai.
Mere jaisa hi dikhta hai,fark itna hai kuch toota sa hai..
Daahini deewar meri humraz hai..
Sunti rehti hai, kuch bolti nahi..
Mere samne ki deewar apne peeche mere khwab chipayi baithi hai,
Apne dil mein meri duniya ka wo dwar banaye baithi hai.
Mere peeche kharhi deewar mera sahara hai,
Uski peeth se peethe lagaye main ghanto baitha rehta hu..
Hasta hu,rota hu,chup rehta hu,baatein karta hu..
Apne aasmaan se girti ek ek boond ki baarish ko dekhta hu.
Ghutt rahi hai zindagi meri,aur akela hi mar mar ke jeeta hu.
Azaadi ki ummeed hai,
Isliye bahar ki duniya ko kisi tarah yaad karta hu.
Kaid parhi iss zindagi ko,
Chaar deewaron ki choti si duniya mein apni tarah zinda rakhta hu..